So many things are scary at night, especially when you’re alone. And live just outside the woods. And have those huge floor to ceiling windows that just anybody wanting to could smash in with a brick and–
Just one sec, I need a Xanax. Are these chest pains from terror or too many chicken fingers and soft drink? Never mind, just look at this unknown fugitive.
What an evil creep. Listening to the message he left on a victim’s machine actually made my eyes well up a bit in terror, and I’m the sort to enjoy urban exploration of supposedly “haunted” places, play Silent Hill/Siren/etc. in the dark, and other ill-advised activities. Not that I’m at all brave, just not easily startled, and everything I’ve seen and heard about this guy has, in the truest sense of the word, STARTLED me.